The sun hung lazily in the sky and Alison gave a relieved smile. She looked around and drank the scene around her. How she enjoyed the sound of the birds that sang around and flew gently above them, as they began to venture on to the secret path.
The young Amir had seen her in the distance and came running towards her, his face beaming with excitement as he held his arms out ready to embrace his new friend. Alison held her arms out and smiled happily, as they both hugged gently.
“You returned,” Amir stated happily. “And a new friend too,” Amir smiled as he bowed gently to Matthew.
“My names Matt,” Matthew smiled compassionately and bowed his head courteously.
“A strange name, but well suited to you, kind sir,” Amir replied kindly. “The sire I spoke of has come to stay for a while. He seems most strange these past days. He seems to have changed. He says he has feelings that he has not felt for a long time. A strange thing to say, do you not think so, dear maiden?” Amir asked Alison.
“Yes, I agree, most strange. Please, you must introduce me to him, he sounds a divine person to meet,” Alison said smiling.
They walked further on until the building was in view. Alison smiled as she saw the smoke coming out of the chimney and making the run-down, old building look homely.
Matthew was amazed at the forest; he too was shown the animals that Amir had saved, and told the story about his wicked sister. Matthew listened with interest and felt sorry for the boy, who looked as lost as his elder-self.
The old Amir was sitting on a log. He had seen the two people with Amir, and he looked agitated. He had not wished to see anyone here and was not happy at the thought of his life being taken over by others. He stood up when his younger persona smiled cheerfully at him, and forced a smile back to the boy who was eager to introduce his new guests.
“This is Alison, the sweet maiden I spoke about the other day,” the young Amir said smiling.
The old Amir nodded and Alison stared back.
“And this is Matt. Please be seated I will bring drinks to you. Alison I have water if you wish,” the young Amir smiled excitedly.
“Yes please,” Alison replied kindly as she averted her eyes to the young boy.
Amir walked towards the cottage and Alison began staring at the old Amir. Amir glanced back at her. He could see the anger within her, the darkness that he had felt for so long, looking back at him. He tried to look away, but could not.
“Please take a tumbler, I have plenty more drink if you wish,” the young Amir said happily and sat down next to the old Amir, oblivious to what was happening around him.
They drank their drinks quietly and the men wiped their mouths with their hands. However, as Alison went to wipe her mouth with her fingers, she noticed smears of blood on her hands. With panic she looked around the log fire where they were sitting, hoping no one else had seen it too, as she covered the hand with the other, as guilt came over her as to what she had done in the...